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Post by ru on Jul 23, 2010 18:08:42 GMT -5
 Demetri Greyback still wasn't a Death Eater. It had been a while since Dylan Spencer had been trying to convince Dem to become one. He was actually trying train Demetri to become one. He had even invited his little friend Ansley to convince Demetri with him. Dem still wasn't convinced. He didn't see the actual point in following an insane maniac whom he fucking detested respecting. His best friends betrayed him. What the fuck, didn't they make a promise of going their own way when they graduated? Well, they didn't keep it. They decided to become one of them. Dem chose to create his own army, or just work alone without having to follow anybody's orders. He was independent man and he could make his own decisions with nobody's help.
And so the young man was on his way to the Leaky Cauldron. He slid his hands in his pockets as he walked down the dirt path. Ah, Alanna. He couldn't take his mind off the woman. He was mad for her. But Blaze hated this. So what?... Wait, did he just say that? Who was he supposed to listen to, his brother or his girlfriend? Things were fairly frustrating for Demetri and he just couldn't take it anymore. He wanted to stay with Alanna because he was so deeply in love with her but he still wanted his best friend by his side forever, until they both died. He didn't know much about Scorpius. He only knew that he was having some arranged marriage with Carina Dolohov. Ah, but he still considered Scorpius as his close best friend. He loved the guy and he would block a hex for him any day.
He finally reached the Leaky Cauldron and took a step inside. Some people turned to him and gave him a nod of respect. Ah, he enjoyed respect. He did deserve it, but somedays, he knew he didn't after all he had done in his past. But he didn't give a fuck about his bad reputation. What he enjoyed was that people either feared him or respected him and that was how things were going to continue under Demetri's eyes. He settled down at the bar and turned to the bartender. "Firewhiskey, Tom," he ordered, coldly. Tom, the bartender, quickly placed a glass full of firewhiskey in front of Demetri without any hesitation. Dem took the glass and chugged it down within seconds and slammed it back down on the bar table. It made a loud clang. Some people turned to him but he just grunted and they turned away. His dark, gray eyes suddenly turned to a rather sexy, delicious woman standing right next to him. She was wearing nothing but a mini skirt and a revealing top. Ah, his favorite. He snaked an arm around her tiny waist and brought his lips to her ear. "And so whats a sexy little doll like you doing in a place like this?" he whispered. The woman chuckled and he could even see a blush. Ah, he was getting her under his bedsheets that night. He could tell. Alanna was at the back of mind. Ah, what she didn't know didn't hurt her anyways.
Words!?: 537
Tags!?: Scorpius, Blaze (:
Notes!?: Sorry the post is so long. You can type shorter posts. =P
Lyrics!?: Bad Reputation by Joan Jett.
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